Gemotions

The manuscript sat on Clara's desk, its pages taunting her with the story of her life. She’d always guarded her privacy fiercely. Now, her life story was open to the world. She pushed the document away with a sigh, her fingers aching. She leaned back in her chair, the leather squeaking in protest. Her eyes drifted to the window, the sun was casting long shadows across her office. A hollowness had settled in her stomach. She felt the sudden urge to just disappear, to be swallowed whole by the coming dusk.